Koa (halfalunartic) wrote in summerview, @ 2019-03-02 18:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | complete, koa ka'uhane, player: mena, zkanuna oliver |
Having been in Summerview a few days now, Kanuna was starting to see some familiar faces. The fae man who drank at a Long Way Down every night at 6, left by 8, and was at the bowling alley by 9 cheating at strikes. The mer-person who bought out the pet shop’s entire stock of feeder goldfish whenever they came in and took them home, and the witch that tried to get there before her to buy food for his pet barracuda. Average soccer mom and soccer dad types schlepping their kids to and from practice. And of course the handful of supernaturals that walked around like they were god’s gift to super-dom. Kanuna liked to watch them the most, finding them especially amusing.
He was getting used to the smell of the other werewolves as well, so when he caught the scent of one he hadn’t met before, his head came up from the strings of his guitar where he’d been tuning and swiveled until he spotted the wolf in question down the street, up wind. Kanuna cocked his head curiously and gave up tuning the instrument. He stood and gathered his things, swinging the guitar over his shoulder last after shrugging back into his worn-out jacket. Tugging his beanie over his head, Kanuna made his way up the street and purposefully passed the other wolf, wondering if he’d even bat an eye at having another in his proximity – as most of the wolves here seemed keen to ignore one another, which Kanuna found very strange. Koa's limp was still pretty pronounced. Though his fingers were almost healed thanks to some well placed and super effective salve, but the leg was taking longer to heal. After all, he'd made a mess of the injury by digging around trying to find the damn bullet and then wrapping it what whatever shit he could find and turning tail to run home, figuring he could just deal with it when he got back. And he had, well, Roman had. They were going to see someone later, Roman had promised he'd be able to help. But for now, he needed to stretch his legs. Being in the house though had started to make him feel a little stir crazy considering he'd been wandering for such a long time. Roman hadn't been too worried him leaving the house but had given him strict instructions to not be on your feet too long, kid. Which, of course, Koa had dutifully ignored and was paying the price because his leg was starting to throb more and more the longer he was on it. He'd stopped feeling sorry for himself when he caught the scent of another wolf on the wind and lifted his head curiously, eyes tracking the guy as he moved. He didn't recognise the scent - but then there were a lot of scents here he didn't recognise so that was pretty par for the course at the moment - and he knew that there hadn't been that many werewolves in Summerview when he'd left. "Hey, hey dude-" he called, more to get the guy's attention as he moved past, "you wanna come take a seat? Normally I'd chase after you to talk but I got a bum leg right now so, y'know, gotta rest it and shit like that." He offered the other wolf a grin. "Don't recognise you so figure you're new in town?" Kanuna looked back at the other wolf, then around himself as though checking to be sure he wasn't talking to someone else. He smiled to himself. Good on this guy for initiating contact. Wasn't a common thing in Summerview. "Yeah, I'm new." He nodded as he approached, hooking his thumb under the guitar strap across his chest. "Kanuna," he introduced when he got closer to the wolf. His gaze tracked over the other man who looked vaguely native. Koa grinned. “I’m not new but I haven’t been here for a while,” he offered, shifting across the bench a little to make more room for the other, not that there wasn’t already more than enough but some people were touchy about their physical space. He’d learned that the hard way. “Koa,” he replied. “Nice to meet you, man. Always good that there’s more wolves here. I mean, it’s probably not a good thing since territory and shit but it’s good. Summerview’s wolf population has always been not-as-big as it could be.” Not that Koa interacted all that much with the other wolves. He did, of course, but not on the full moon. He’d always run at home. "Hey Koa. Nice name." He smiled as he sat down, closer to Koa than the space required, but who was going to take out a measuring tape to track that? "That would explain a lot about wolf behavior around here. I asked about the moon night and no one had any clue. So I spent the night out on the beach alone." Kanuna stretched out his legs and crossed them at the ankle, lounging back against the bench. "What happened here?" He hovered his hand, not quite touching, over Koa's leg where he could smell the injury. Something else about it he didn't like, either, but he refrained from wrinkling his nose. “Mostly people go into the woods to run, I think,” Koa offered with a lift of his shoulder. “I run at home ‘cause my dad has a huge area of land.” That and Roman tended to hang out with him, it was good for him to get to stretch his wings, as it were. “How did you find it? Dunno if there’s still a pack here, a lot can change in five years.” He frowned, looking down at his leg and tensing as Kanuna reaches out, though that line across his shoulders disappeared after a moment when it became clear the guy wasn’t gonna actually touch his thigh. He wasn’t totally sure their patch-up job would hold up to a lot of poking. It was struggling to hold up to him walking. “Wrong end of a hunting party,” he shared. “Wrong place, wrong time. They caught me on the full moon, got a lucky shot.” "The woods," Kanuna said with a chuckle. That was a huge area and not guaranteed to be safe from other territorial creatures or humans out camping. He simply shook his head, though. There was a lot about this place he didn't yet understand. "How did I find the beach? I used my nose." He smirked. "But if you mean how did I like it, I guess it was alright. Practiced some swimming." He frowned when Koa explained the injury. "How'd they know to use silver? Were they specifically hunting werewolves?" “Pretty sure most hang out there and people know to stay clear.” He shrugged his shoulders and leaned back. “Never thought about the beach, but I’m good where I run.” Since he didn’t ever remember running with other wolves, he didn’t feel like he was missing out on anything. He huffed out a breath and leaned back, rubbing the back of his neck. His hair was secured with a band at the base of his skull and he fiddled with it absently. “I dunno, they didn’t- I mean they weren’t exactly able to answer questions by the time morning came around. But they were prepared, so I guess they were looking for someone specific.” “You killed them?” Kanuna asked bluntly. He wouldn’t hold it against Koa, since he knew from years of experience and heartache that the wolf sometimes had his own mind. But killing hunters was more acceptable than attacking and turning your best friend and brother. “Good for you.” He grunted and nodded. “Lucky you got out alive. Where did this all happen?” "Yeah, 's been a long time since I lost control like that," Koa shared, shifting on the bench a little. "But I'm not sure what else they were expecting; they didn't kill me with the shot, what else was gonna happen?" He rubbed his hands over his face. "Ugh, lucky's one word for it. Took me forever to get the bullet out before I came home. I wasn't too far from the Canadian border." It was lucky he was charming and had a good 'I just wanna get home to my dad' sob story that meant he wasn't asked too many questions when he bled through his jeans on the plane. Kanuna frowned. Why wouldn't they simply shoot him again? What kind of inexperienced werewolf hunters were these? Amateurs. He snorted in response and shook his head. "Idiots." Letting out a sigh and trying to shake off his anger that someone would go out deliberately hunting werewolves on the full moon, Kanuna attempted to change the subject. "So, where do you run, then?" "At home," Koa said, not wanting to dwell too much on the hunters and how fucking lucky he had been. He wondered if they thought the shot would kill him quickly enough even though it wasn't a fatal one, or if they panicked when they saw the werewolf tearing through the undergrowth towards them that they couldn't get another shot off. He didn't remember. He tipped his head back, looked upwards and then back at the other wolf. "My dad's got a fair bit of land behind his house and so I've changed there ever since I was a kid. He used to come out with me every moon until I got control of myself, then he sometimes did and sometimes didn't, but I usually had the dogs with me." "Sounds nice," Kanuna murmured, his tone genuine, but envy running through his mind. As a kid, he'd had his own father to run with on the moon, along with the other therians of the tribe, but that had all been taken away from him before he'd been ready. How did you prepare to not have either parent around, anyway? "I'm staying here with my friend Samuel. He's a tattooist over at..." he blanked on the name of it and then just gestured down the street. "The tattoo place. He's a werewolf too." "Yeah?" Koa asked, visibly perking up at the mention of another werewolf. "Man that's neat, I only knew a couple other werewolves growing up, my dad did his best but since he's not a were, there was only so much he could do." But still, the patience he'd shown letting a werewolf puppy tug at his wings and tail during a full moon until he'd played himself into exhaustion had been quite something. "You planning on sticking around?" "Yeah, I think so. For a little while, anyway." Kanuna shrugged and sent Koa a smile. "This place isn't that bad. Better to be here than out there after that lab exploded. I don't think human sentiment towards us will be all that great for a while." He folded his arms and frowned ahead. "If your dad isn't a were, then what is he?" Koa nodded, "Shit, I saw that on the network. That's fucked up that we couldn't get the guy put on trial or something. That'd have been better than him being killed." He shuddered. "Fucked up, man." He shifted, feeling that familiar surge in his chest when the opportunity to speak about his dad came up. "He's a dragon," he said proudly. "Yeah, but I mean, what would they say in human court? Expose the whole supernatural community by showing the picture to the judge? Is there even a supernatural court? How do you vote in the supernatural presidential elections?" Kanuna chuckled. A spring of tension raced through his back at the word dragon. Kanuna had caught a scent of a different kind of predator around the town, but had yet to put his finger on it until the word came out of Koa's mouth. "Dragon. That's, uh... neat. Take it he doesn't make it a habit of eating townsfolk, then?" "Fuck knows, but he oughta have faced justice, not something that might be able to make him a martyr." Koa waved a hand. "What's done is done though, right? Can't do much about it now." He saw the way that Kanuna stiffened when Koa said his father was a dragon and he felt his eyebrow lift a little. He guessed some people might have registered the other dragons on the island as predators, but honestly Koa was so used to the scent that it didn't bother him none. "Not for at least a hundred years," he said, joking before he paused to look thoughtful. He'd never actually had that conversation with Roman; not easy to bring up now he was an adult and he'd always just ignored what people said about dragons eating people when he was younger because... well, that was his dad, man. "That's kind of a hurtful stereotype, I don't think he's ever eaten people. He used to joke about it... but I've never acutally asked him." Kanuna shrugged. He usually tried to keep out of the headlines for this reason. Two guys talking about something that happened across a continent wouldn't help anyone. "Yeah, what's done is done, I guess." Chuckling softly, Kanuna nudged Koa's shoulder with his own and asked, "So you're not sure if it's only a stereotype or not?" "Not like we can change it." Getting involved in the discourse didn't help anyone, not in an instance like this. Other discourse he would always get involved in, especially around equality and issues of human rights. But he recognised the futility of trying to understand what had happened to that asshole in his illegal Dr Frankenstein lab. He nudged back with a grin. "It's still a stereotype. But I don't think I've ever asked him if he's eaten someone. Never thought to ask." "Is it a stereotype if it's true?" Kanuna draped his arms behind the bench, not quite touching Koa on his side, but not overtly avoiding touching him either. "I mean, I guess in the sense that it's probably oversimplified, yeah. But stereotypes start as a truth. Look at literally any culture out there. Dragons kill people. It's even in the bible." He smirked. "If you dad didn't, then he's probably in the very slim minority of whatever dragon population is left in the world." "There's definitely more than one dragon here," Koa shared brightly, because even if Roman had eaten someone it didn't really bother him. They'd probably done something that meant they deserved eating. He wasn't the type of dragon to sit on top of a castle and randomly go after villagers because he felt like it. That, at least, he was confident of. Even if he was trying to think if there were any stories he'd been told that involved his dad eating people that sounded like they could have been true rather than just funny stories. "There's at least two more. But I haven't been here for a while so I might be wrong about the number." He tipped his head, eyes falling to the near-touch to his shoulder but he didn't move away. His personal space bubble was pretty much non-existent so he didn't mind too much. "Oh," Kanuna said uneasily, glancing towards the skies as though there'd be a dragon coming down upon them any minute. The hair on the back of his neck stood up a little at the thought of apex predators nearby. Normally he'd head for the hills and avoid their territory. Forget being a wolf with territory of his own. All of that was null and void when it was challenged by a dragon. Without meaning to, he'd scooted a little closer to Koa out of a need to have contact with another wolf while he was feeling tense. "I guess you run the risk of encountering that kind of thing in a sanctuary city." Koa tracked Kanuna's eyes as they lifted skyward and he tilted his own head upwards, feeling the other wolf scooting closer rather than seeing it at first since he was watching the clouds lazily float overhead, punctured by a flock of birds. He nudged Kanuna's shoulder gently when the other wolf settled a closer, hoping that it was reassuring more than anything else. "Well, we don't eat each other here," he reassured, "I mean, the succubi probably do. But. Y'know, they don't kill you, it's just a snack." Kanuna jumped a little when Koa nudged him, and looked at him with a bit of a start before realizing he was teasing him. A grin split his face and he nudged the other wolf back. "You got personal experience with succubi here?" Succubi being present in the city was an interesting drop of info. Kanuna was highly curious about them, while at the same time understanding they may just want to live their life and not be defined by what they are. He could relate to some degree. “No personal experience,” Koa admitted, because he hadn’t. He’d tended to stay away from them largely because he didn’t like the idea of being fed on, even if it wasn’t a bad thing or even necessary for each sexscapade. Call it a weird personal preference and anxiety. “But I don’t recall anyone ever getting sexxed to death so I think they’re okay.” "You don't recall," Kanuna smirked. "Just like you don't recall your dad, who you've lived with for... how many years now? Has ever killed anyone or not." He reached over and gave Koa a playful poke in the ribs. "Starting to think you're not exactly reliable with information, Koa." Koa shrugged, jumping a little when the pole caught a ticklish area of his side, offering totally dead-pan. “You want reliable information the tourist board can give you that. Or Jayati, since she’s the sheriff and all. I’m sure she’s got all the supernatural-murder-crime statistics.” He rubbed his hand over his face to try and wipe away his little smile. "I may just do that." Kanuna, of course, had no intention of interacting with law enforcement, but he knew Koa wasn't being exactly serious about it, either. "Well, this was fun. It's nice meeting another wolf, even if he's not that bright," Kanuna teased and nudged Koa's shoulder with his once more before getting to his feet. "Can I help you move to a new spot or are you good there?" Koa rolled his eyes. Brains were overrated, he'd rather be a kind person any day. "Nah, I'm good," he said, stretching his arms over the back of the bench. "Nice to meet you too." |